A Bed

She sat in a bed, just outside of the operating room. Her right eye was hidden from view by thick, white bandages - yet, already, the blood was soaking into the bandages and making them look unclean.

The door swung open, and two people walked into the room. One was the doctor, the girlfriend of one of her good friends. The other was a visitor - someone who didn't often come to her hometown, but, when he did, it was always a fun-filled treat for both of them.

The moment the two of them walked in, she found herself wrapped up in a tight, warm hug. A strange scent, one that smelled like a mix of blood and armpit sweat, flooded her nose, but she didn't really care. One could get used to that smell overtime if it represented someone they loved.

"I can't believe you came," she whispered, slowly letting go of his shoulders. "I mean, you were busy and all that-"

"Busy?" He chuckled. "I was fars from its."

"...thank you."

As he stepped back a little, a smile grew on her face. The doctor watched both of them quietly, not making any comments or questions.

After glancing at the silver watch on her wrist, though, she looked over at him and said, "Oh, we have to go," as if she was talking to a small child.

She waved goodbye as he walked out of the room.

Thank you.